Through the mirror

School the Witch and the Bullies

It was Monday. I hate that day. Put aside the work and it still sucks. Socially, it's hard. It's not that I care but that I get bullied. When I got to school I felt a tingly feeling of anxiety. All eyes were on me. I walked down the hall and bumped into a girl. "Oh no you didn't!" She said. She was holding a milk carton which spilled over her new dress which, according to her, was personally made by a famous fashion designer . "Do you have 1,000 dollars?" She said. "No because I'm afraid I'll get robbed if it's in my pocket." I said. "Ugh! Do you know who I am?!" She said. "Not really, what is your name?" I said. "I'm Donna Townsend, daughter of Carl Townsend!" She said with a grin on her face. "Oh yeah! The guy who cheated his way to success! Yeah I know him!" I replied. "You don't know who and what you're messing with!" She said narrowing her eyes at me. "I have enough experience with people like you to know what you're going to do!" I said. She slapped me on my cheeks. I slapped her back. She stabbed my toe with her high heels and I yanked her from her necklace. "Aaaaaaaaaah! Somebody help me from her!" Everyone gathered at that moment and stared at me. "You guys will seriously believe that I will attack her on the first day?" I said. Everyone nodded. "See, everyone believes you're not so great and I have a reason to attack you which I did not but actually defended myself against a witch." I said. "Or you might be psychotic." Donna said. Everyone moved towards her side. I guess I'm not so welcome here after all.

In biology, we had to dissect a frog and a girl threw up. I got up to grab a tissue and as I was walking down the aisle someone placed there foot causing me to trip and dropped a frog's organ on my head. The class remained silent then bursted laughing.

Later in chemistry, we had to create h2o using hydrogen and oxygen. As I was mixing the elements, someone switched the hydrogen with helium. I was left to a horrible disaster. We had to evacuate the building and call the firemen. First days at new schools always aren't hey let's be friends! It's more like eating alone by the trash. I wasn't sure that I'm welcome here anymore.